What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

Bone-Tired Benediction

There comes a point in the day when even coffee surrenders,
its strength no match for the weight of weary bones and the chorus of to-dos crowding my mind.

My body aches, shoulders carrying tasks not yet done, my thoughts spill over like water from a brimming cup -
too much, too fast, too heavy.

And yet - when night softens the edges of the world and I finally lie down,
the quiet wraps itself around me.

I am bone-tired, yes. But in that stillness,
a smile finds me anyway.

Because I showed up.
Because I gave what I could.
Because the day, however relentless,
was not wasted.

And if this is the last thought I hold
before slumber takes me -
let it be enough.
Let my weariness be offering,
my labor be litany,
my work itself the prayer.
 
I repeat the alphabet a minimum of three times in my head and once out loud before participating in any ABC thread. And then again in my head after I hit the post button.

Everyone does this, yes?
Yes, but apparently I still get it wrong.
I truly cannot believe my ineptitude when I tired
 
I guess after making it clear I don’t “play” with married men, I don’t rate an answer 😒
Why are my ears burning red???
Lessons to be learned from this !!!!

I need to stay away from this thread. Yes, it is educational, but all the bad stuff are my bad fortune cookies
 
You know you're out of shape when you swear at your strimmer battery because it hasn't run out yet
 
If by “it” you mean “me”, of course. (You asked what I was thinking… not my fault!)
 
My working week is over 😃.
I really need to reconnect with some lovely people I’ve been neglecting these last two weeks.
 
Bone-Tired Benediction

There comes a point in the day when even coffee surrenders,
its strength no match for the weight of weary bones and the chorus of to-dos crowding my mind.

My body aches, shoulders carrying tasks not yet done, my thoughts spill over like water from a brimming cup -
too much, too fast, too heavy.

And yet - when night softens the edges of the world and I finally lie down,
the quiet wraps itself around me.

I am bone-tired, yes. But in that stillness,
a smile finds me anyway.

Because I showed up.
Because I gave what I could.
Because the day, however relentless,
was not wasted.

And if this is the last thought I hold
before slumber takes me -
let it be enough.
Let my weariness be offering,
my labor be litany,
my work itself the prayer.
You’re poetry is amazing.
 
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